will be me, on my longest long run before the marathon. I’m going to take the advice of my long-run partner and instead of running 20 miles am going to run 3 hours and 20 minutes. He thinks (and he’s right) that it’s more important for me to get used to the time than the miles. Considering my 19 miler took exactly 3 hours, that makes sense. I’d hate to get to that 3 hour mark and still have an HOUR to go without being used to that. So off we’ll go…out for 1:40, back for 1:40. Holy shit. That’s a long-ass time. Not as long as the marathon will be, but because it’s a race, it will be different? (hear that? that’s the sound of me fervently hoping it will somehow just fly by) I’m guessing that time will get me between 22 and 23, and you know what? I can do *anything* for 3 more miles.
All I know is that I’m SO tired of running. I still enjoy the runs – in fact, Saturday’s “long” run of “only” 12 miles was super solid. Today was a 5-miler that was just…nice. It’s getting so difficult to just get out the door. Every day is scheduled around my run. Every weekend is scheduled around my run. Almost every day I hurt. I ice. I roll. I stretch. I massage. I don’t know how people with full time jobs and kids and husbands do this all year long. I don’t know how their bodies hold up! As excited as I am about this race, I’m fairly certain I won’t become a “marathoner” beyond the slim possibility of maybe doing one a year. I’m really looking forward to a summer of running what I want when I want. I’m really looking forward to some rest. I’m really looking forward to a half.
Wow. I just wrote that. I’m looking forward to a HALF. A year ago, I was a week out from my first half ever, freaking out because I hadn’t run more than 10 miles since college. Now I’m officially faster than I was in college and I’m a month out from a 26.2. Excuse me while I go eat some more candy to ward off the mini-freak out I feel coming on.